The rest of the day outside was nice, even though they only had Miller Lite left. We met up with a few more folks and headed to the roof deck at Clarendon Ballroom (walking past the band on the main floor that, at the time, was playing to a completely empty house -- though things picked up later in the evening).
There was a series of pipes that looked straight out of Blue Man Group:
We then went to Eleventh Street Lounge to carouse for the rest of the evening. There was a private party at the new downstairs, so we just lounged upstairs:
More pics of unindicted co-conspirators here.
Sunday, also got a late start (sensing a trend here) and rolled out to Crafty Bastards. As last year, in the face of sensory and hipster overload, I didn't take very many pictures.
Well, there was evidence of one fine specimen of human being who evidently felt it necessary to take a VW Thing and lower it:
Amsterdam Falafel. It was good, even though I failed to achieve optimum condiment distribution.
That was about it.